Finally, after all these years of surgery and pain, I am being put out of my misery. The doctors have finally realized that I have been through enough suffering, and they have officially given up on me. There is no hope. I will finally be able to see my old friend and mother again, and I will be healthy and happy. The doctors have tried everything, but nothing has worked and I am in more agony than ever. I am excited to see what is in store for me in the afterlife. Laying here on my death bed, I am satisfied with the life I have lived, but all good things must come to an end, right?
No! It can’t be over yet! I still have so much life left in my body, and I know I can make it through this. There must be something the doctors can do to save my life one last time. This can’t be the end. I will fight through anything. I can’t leave my father or my children to fend for themselves! They rely on me for so much, and I cannot just leave them here! No, I will fight through it. I am not giving up yet. This isn’t the end. Laying here on my death bed, I regret much of my life, and I would give anything to make it through this disease.
